Sunday, May 1, 2011

When the Day Comes

When the day comes

And our belief in sanity

Ends

And we see the tunnel

Ahead

I’ll race you

Barefoot and laughing

To meet that doom

When the day comes

And you can’t arise

From the weight of unknown days

I’ll take your hand

And pull

Until you stand upright

Ready

To take one more step

When the day comes

And speech fails you

I’ll be your tongue

Filling your silence

Until you don’t feel the weight

Of emptiness

Finding instead,

Everything else you didn’t know you had to say

When the day comes

And the only thing left for you

Is a flame filled dragon

Bent on your failure

I’ll stand beside you,

Hold shining metal while you pray

Until the fear melts away

And you find the faith to see a future day

When the day comes

And morning doesn’t wake you up

When sunshine plays across your face

I’ll lay next to you,

Play softly with your hair

Until time ends

And eternity is near

1 comment:

  1. Anne, this is moving. I see death on a daily basis at my work, it practically walks the hallways with us, and as much as we can we try to shoo it away. But this is a beautiful reminder that sometimes, death is not quite so bad. Not when it ends suffering and opens eternity. <3 you.

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